It’s likely that my business will break loose and grow quite rapidly in the next week or so. I can feel it. All perception is heightened, I can’t sleep, and work can not start soon enough.

To fortify myself for what’s to come, I’ll need more poetry not less, more study, more Scripture, more philosophy and theology, just as I’ll need to swim, ride my bike, and lift weights. We will cook dinner every Sunday – we will not go to restaurants – and take walks about the neighborhood.

Thus will I remain sane, and thus will we remain married. One must think of such things in times of crisis, even when the crisis is good.